Meeting the Master (Open)

The air crackled as a flash of light erupted in midair. Moments later, a portal materialized followed by Mylia's exit. Here, the air was colder than her previous destination and a light shower pitter pattered against the damp concrete. Mylia exhaled and a cloud of mist expelled from her part lips.

The atmosphere grew eerily silent and Mylia peered back to see the portal was no longer open. It seemed her traveling companion was missing also. Bewildered, she would walk a few steps one direction only to return to the same spot. A street light flickered and Mylia's head snapped toward the tall, lean beam. Her pounding heart began to settle when she was sure no harm would come of it.

The tip of her tail tapped against the ground. Could this situation get any worse? She had been transported with no guide, wet hair was plastered to her face, and this "master" was nowhere to be found. The demoness hugged the large overcoat to her body and pressed forward.

Rows of identical homes stood beside one another. What little land they had was crisp green and cut. Some homes sported decorations made of plastic, or had flower gardens. Occasionally, the woman would hear the frantic yelping of a hound or a small insect trying to mate with the light of the tall beams.

Some distance behind the she demon, sped a car. Obviously, conditions weren't safe for the speed this little Honda was treading, but the driver was exhausted. Both hands were occupied. One had a cellphone and the other his late dinner. It just so happened the cellphone slipped from the driver's cheek and landed at the floor between his legs. His conversation was immensely important, so he couldn't bother waiting to continue his call.

The man slithered his free hand between his legs all while keeping and eye on the road. But then he thought he saw the silhouette of a form and slammed on his brakes. Such sight didn't capture the dark form of the woman quickly enough and the front end of the car collided into her.

The coat clad female lay dormant atop the hood of the car and the driver was unsure of what to do. If he didn't call for help, the woman could possibly die. However, if she had already perished then he'd be charged for manslaughter! His worries were put at eased upon a rocking head and then a groan.

The woman looked up at him with her beady white orbs and immediately the man's gaze fell upon the creature's horn. Distraught, he shifted gears into reverse, drove his foot on the gas and stole the car from beneath the demon.

Unsupported, Mylia hit the ground hard. She could make out the sound of screeching tires and a revved engine driving away.

Mylia coughed again as she gripped her stomach and rolled onto her back.

Boredom was something a staple of Nameless's existence. Somehow, when you literally had enough money and power to do anything you wanted, you had a hard time finding things you wanted to do with it. In many ways it was a driving force. It caused Nameless to seek out new experiences, new ideas, new people new partners in intercourse. That was one activity that never got boring not if you were willing to branch out, seek a little variety, and try something new. And Nameless was always willing to try something new. Nameless enjoyed the temptations human society had to offer him especially women.

Many people are under the impression that the womanizer goes to bars because that is, for one reason or another, the best way to find partners. Nothing could be further from the truth. By far the most satisfying partners are those fairly fought for and won, and the usual fare at such establishments. The idea of picking up a woman over alcohol appeals to two far different impulses: that of variety, and that of laziness. Laziness, because the seedy have an easier time when the thinking of their victims is impaired, variety, because every catch is a surprise. That was Nameless's thinking, at any rate.

Of course, thinking may have been too strong a word at this point. He'd already had both a round of drinks and a round in bed, which had ended, unsatisfying, with him receiving several hard slaps on the face. Since Nameless's thirst for the evening was by no means quenched, and being rejected tended to spur him on rather than deter him, he had told his driver to drop him off, despite his somewhat fuzzy mental state, at another location to try again. He did ponder how Nol had done on his mission to pick up whatever it is he was feeling. He had opened the Dark Force portal and if his calculations were correct he would be approaching her at any time now. It was then that he pulled up beside the demoness who appeared to have been roughed up a bit. The limousine door would open as a hand would reach out. "Need a ride?"

Mylia's eyes would shut and then reopen with each drop that flooded her sight. The shower had picked up strength and its constant barge obscured the sky. The overcoat did little to protect her form now. Not only was it drenched, but it was not mangled from her recent attack. Her midsection convulsed in agony. She was sure she was dying! But this surely wasn't so since air still entered her lungs. It took a few more moments of coaxing, but she eventually sat up.

Another metal death machine crept beside her. This one was a sleek black hue with a long length. The back compartment opened and a hand stretched out. Accustomed to this track recorded, Mylia reached out toward the offered hand. Hands clasped together, her heart immediately began to beat erratically. This was the man she was looking for, she was sure of it! The deepest part of her being yearned for this man. She felt like she belonged with him..to him.

"You are he." She whispered.

As their digits intertwined the sensation was not one sided. That place of darkness took him back. Though even beyond sight at the heart of the miasma he was in which they were trapped in he recognized her fully. Yet with all his senses on fire, the mix between phantom pains and euphoria coursing through his body there was a slight pause in which eye contact was made. He would close the door as he assisted her in the limo. "Do you recognize me?" He stated in a barely audible tone. His voice flowed from his tongue like intangible silk, honey to the ears. Though the decibel level was low it was bass filled.

He gave her a moment to respond before visually taking her in. His hand still intertwined with hers he gave her the courtesy of letting her know he was going to probe her mind. "I'm going to search your thoughts if you don't mind.....it is a bit faster than having hours worth of discussion though not to say it would not be provided in good faith and company." Even as he asked her he had already began searching deep within her thoughts. Though he was not just taking, he had fed her bits of information about the current world.

Why not just feed her the whole deal? Give her a gateway of information about the current world? Because she was like a child in a brand new world. She had thirst for knowledge and thirst for exploration. There bond was strong he knew that from the initial touch but knowledge would be like a drug to her and he would be her dealer. His telepathy allowed him to send it into her brain in a nice neat package like a program to a computer. The knowledge he gave her was simply her surroundings. A brief history on the automobile and the city she was in. He would spoon feed her a little at a time.

Nol's master was a dashing stranger. Skin as pale as the moon itself, short blond hair which was maintained well and strong bone structures. He was dressed in black, almost blending with the darkness within the vehicle. His most prominent features were his red eyes, which seemed to pierce her very being.

Had the man not asked, Mylia would have never known that she was being siphon from. However, her tattoos glowed when information was transferred to her. Images raged in her mind as pieces of history was revealed. Knowledge she had once lacked was now accessible to her beck and call.

As the rapid barrage of information subsided, the woman blinked a few times to collect herself. Her free hand became conscious of the leather which she graced; also, feelings of guilt emerged from drenching what she now new was an expensive seat. Her eyes scanned the large interior of the limousine, recognized a bottle of expensive alcohol, the tinted windows. As for her current destination,

"New..York." She began, staring at nothing in particular, "This is New York. And you?" She asked. "What are you to me and I to you?"

All had come about as planned and he gave her a bit of illumination within the world she was to know. He knew she would have more questions and of course he had the answers. The point was to peek her curiosity. Yet and still he did not let go of her hand as he would give her the answer to what she had asked. "Humans have siblings and family....they have husbands and wives and other family ties. If I were to explain us it would be two connecting pieces to the same puzzle. Our bond is stronger than any mortal tie, we are cut from the same cloth, built from the same stock."

He sighed for moment reflecting on his own revelation. She could be a potential weakness for him and every logical fiber in his being said to devour her. The bond they had was dangerous and she had just materialized on the natural plane. Her powers had not yet matured and she was new to the world. Right now she was a liability a chip in his armor and he had so much going on that coaching her along until she met her full potential would be costly. Yet he then realized what mortals went through when they had such strong feelings of love or hate. His natural sense of apathy was overpowered, his sensibilities were defeated all by a woman he had physically came into contact with for less than 10 minutes. He would mover her hand to his chest while wrapped in his as he spoke. "No harm shall ever come to you....."

The demoness almost blushed from the words this man spill forth. Their bond was closer than the intimacies between loved ones. Perhaps, even between herself and God. At this point, it comical to still pine for the deity who had forsaken her. But in losing her fairy tale, she found another who was easy to believe in; someone tangible. The best part was that the two of them were one and the same. Mylia's heart swelled at that revelation.

A sigh had escaped the man's lips and Mylia's face contort in worry. Had she already done something to displease him? Did he have any internal struggles? His strong hand were still wrapped around her own, and with his gentle strength led her hand to his beating chest. She unclasped from his grip and splayed her fingers upon his clothed heart. Feel the steady tempo of his heart excited her own. This man was a mighty being and hearing his promise of protection overwhelmed her with a rush of a emotions. Flatter though she was, Mylia didn't want to be a maiden. She wanted to protect him.

A quivering sigh left her trembling lips. Her throat felt dry and tight, but she spoke anyhow.

"What...do I call you?"

The all to familiar question of what to call him was thrown out there. Nameless gave something similar to a smile as he never really answered that for anyone.Those from the Underworld called him Legion and those here called him Nameless yet none knew the dominant soul the one that kept the souls in check. He would give her an answer he gave no other." Caine......My name is Caine" the sound of his true name brought back memories. a strong digit would trace her chin to a sudden halt on her cheek. "Become as powerful as you can, become my equal or better. We have to take what is rightfully ours."

He would give a pause before the serious low key tone he gave was replaced by a more playful one. "There are a lot of supers here I wouldn't want you getting thrown around by these weaklings it would make me look bad." he said with a wink. The limousine would come to a stop at a rather large house ....a mansion even and pull into the driveway. "Welcome home"

Turning in.